A man over in Manchester had a little greyhound that he
was training for a race, and he had a great bet on him for a poor man, and he
was anxious his dog should succeed. The day came, and the dog didn't run at all.
He was so mad that he took and beat the little greyhound, and then he pushed it
through a cage in which there was a lion, and expected to see it eaten, but the
little dog ran right up to the lion as though it wanted mercy, and instead of
the lion eating it, began to lap it, and by-and-by the man called to the dog to
come out, but he would not come. Then he put his hand in, and the lion began to
growl, and he took it out again. And some people went and told the keeper what
the man had done and how he had ill-used the little greyhound. When the keeper
came around, the man wanted him to get his dog out for him; and the keeper asked
him how he got in there, and the man was ashamed to tell. At last the keeper
said, "You put him in; youd' better go and get him out; I won't get him out
for you." And so the dog has remained there ever since. Now, that may be a
homely illustration, but I hope it will fasten on our minds the idea that we are
no match for Satan. He has had six thousand years' experience. I always tremble
when I hear a man talk about defying Satan, and I want to add "by the grace
of God," for that is the only way. The lion of the tribe of Judah will take
care of us if we will come to Him.